Birth Rite

You’re still in my dreams
Well you would be
If I ever had them
You know I’m scared
Left here without you

They say that what I keep inside
Will come out
To harm me
In my subconscious dear
I’m never really that far
From you

If I could see your eyes
Without tears
It would be because I stole them
I wouldn’t give them back to you
Though I’d let you hold them

At night I go to bed with you
Upon the altar
Of your cathedral
In my sleep I scream for you
And I know that will
Not comfort you
But they say that love’s a labour

© 2012, Mosquitobyte